Hippy: I’m not like some. I dig the Fuzz. After all you are like the flowers yourselves. You have to live too.
Friday: Did you report your purse stolen by a dog?
Hippy: No. The Friendly Fuzz in the black and off white wheels said he’d make a report. That’s his thing.
Hippy: We all have a bag and in every bag we have a thing. My bag is flowers. My thing is finding homes for them. He said it was a dog. I didn’t say that.
Friday: If you didn’t say that it was a dog, why would the officer report that it was?
Hippy: He who steals my purse, steals my heart for he is obviously in more need than I am and my heart goes out to those who need --for I have no needs, save to be needed.
Friday: Well, that’s a real gentle philosophy lady and if what’s you feel why did you report the theft of your purse?
Hippy: But I didn’t, Love. See, when the creature made off with it I had no bread to pay the bus driver and he didn’t want to let me ride, see - collecting fares is his thing. Well, I felt I should ride and pay later. Well he called the Man to put me off the bus and that’s when I explained to the Friendly Fuzz.
Gannon: Then you didn’t register a complaint?
Hippy: I never complain.
Friday: Well there are women who have complained that a dog snatched their purse.
Hippy: Just like all creatures, there are guide dogs and misguided dogs.
Friday: Maybe you can help us find this misguided one.
Hippy: No, Love. I must stay here in the Cry of Sweet Pleasures and Stems of Dear Love.
Friday: Well all we want is a description of the dog.
Hippy: Well it had a tail, but so do ponies and cows and alligators so that’s really no help, is it Love?
Gannon: What about colour?
Hippy: How drab the world would be without colour. Yes it did have a colour.
Friday: What colour, Miss?
Hippy: Brown, black and yellow.
Gannon: How large would you say it was?
Hippy: Oh, a size two.
Gannon: A size two what?
Hippy: My daughter is a size two. She’s about that high.
Gannon: Now is that standing on its hind legs?
Hippy: Not as it was running.
Gannon: Did it stand on its hind legs to take your purse?
Hippy: I don’t know. The lovely creature approached, said something and when I turned it was running off with my purse.
Gannon: (giving meaningful glance to Friday) It said something?
Hippy: Of course. It said “Excuse me.”
Gannon: (more meaningful glances) The dog talked?
Hippy: Yes, Love. In its own words of course.
Friday: What words?
Brilliant, no? The point this huge digression has taken is that my bag is sewing and making things creatively/cheaply is my thing. The backpack is nearly completed so stay tuned tomorrow to see the amazing, colourful bag! I will complete the last bits tonight and Spiderman will kindly take photos. I’ll just go polish my badge.